Andrews Final Fanfic

This is my fanfic, mhm.

My fanfic is about how the world of Avatar would be if they had lost the war.

Darkness… Fear… Uncertainty… The only words that could possibly describe the world we live in. A constant scarlet stains the sky – the flames of the fire nation slowly but surely destroy everything in its wake. The “fire flood” was the Fire Lords’ idea; burn everything to the ground, ensuring that the people of the other nations have no hope. But we lost our hope a long time ago… The Avatar.

 Our last drop of hope was taken from us; violently and swift. Everyone would pass on rumours of the Avatar and his companions’ ploys to dethrone the Fire Lord and dismantle his empire. Villages would commune and pray for the Avatar, for the Avatar was their only chance at freedom from the Fire Nation.

When word of the Avatars death surfaced people lost hope, their tenacity and will to live seemed to wither. Farms went unharvested, ripe fruit left to spoil. Our village became a bleak place to live and finally when the flames of the fire flood were seen over the horizon everything turned into anarchy. The Avatar united us; with him gone we were lost, fleeing the inevitable. My parents used to tell me that things will turn out ok, even joke that we will own a farm and orchid – They sit in silence now, their faces as uncertain as the coming future.

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Katara breathed deeply. “Was there anything that we could have done..?” she thought. “Anything that could have changed the way things unfolded” She shuddered as a tear emerged. She looked up as Zuko approached. “We have to keep moving” he sighed. “Is this what our lives are now? The constant running and hiding just to survive? Survive for what!” Zuko screamed as he spat a breath of fire at the ground.

“We can’t give up hope, not for our own sakes. But for everyone that has died fighting for freedom and peace” – Katara tried to appear confident, but as she looked around at the faces of her friends, she knew it was useless.

They had been running for 3 months now, Ever since the Avatar lost the battle with the Fire Lord they retreated into hiding, praying that the reincarnated Avatar would emerge and ignite the world’s beacon of hope. Everyday they would hear more ill news of the fates of other rebel forces. Everyday they would be forced to scavenge through rubble and burnt paddocks to find anything edible to sustain them for one more day, just to repeat the cycle.

Even if by some miracle the Avatar was reborn and they found it. It would be merely a child, the war had only ended 2 months ago and yet half the world was engulfed in flame. It seemed all pointless, an impossible task.

Katara ran the moment of the Avatar’s death through her mind like quicksilver, again and again. The pain of knowing her family and everyone she loved will soon be dead throbbed through her constantly. Katara jumped as a stale piece of bread thudded besides her.

“C’mon we have to keep moving” Zuko urged.

The troupe trudged through the treacherous terrain, Zuko leading the way Toph not far behind, her small frame resembled a cripple as she hunched, head drooping, taking each step as if it was against her will. Katara trailing at the back, falling into a spell of exhaustion… they had been walking for months with little rations, scarcely drinking the little water they had. They were running on empty, they all knew it.

 The canopy of red woods seemed to span forever, there was a sense of serenity in the forest - only clouded by the smell of burning, a constant reminder of the fire nation’s fire flood.  

Suddenly a muffled crack sounded, the trio froze… BOOM@! The peaceful canopy erupted into blaze of clashing, hooded men leaping from the trees brandishing swords and spears. Swoosh’s from arrows cutting through the air triggered Toph’s senses she raised an encircling wall around the three.

 Jeering and battle cries roared from the attackers, Zuko’s eyes darting in all directions – hands burning ready to strike at any moment. Toph threw down her walls sending the attackers flying back, Zuko and Katara then released their bending skills summoning fire and water waves to suppress the attackers.

Staggering back the attackers faltered momentarily - stunned by the display of fire and water, Zuko’s eyes darting around in an almost challenge waiting for the attackers to strike. Silence filled the canopy again as the attackers seemed frozen in fear.

“C’MON!” yelled Zuko.

A rough voice rang out from the shadows “Who are you?” “What are you doing here?”

“What?? Why did you attack us?” Replied Katara, a hint of fear in her voice.

“You are in our territory, we haven’t seen benders here for a long time. Especially fire benders… now answer me! Who are you?”

“Were just passing through, were refuges” replied Katara.

“Three benders?”

 “Friends of the fire lord? “

“Are your allegiances with the resistance?” asked the soldiers in barrage of questions.

“The resistance?  Questioned Toph.

“Were no friends of the Fire Lord spat Zuko.”

“Then you may be of assistance to us” a hooded figure emerged from the shadows.

The figure removed his hood- An aged face, rough from the brutality of war.

“My name is Daroff, we are a part of the resistance”  “In the world there are only two types of people, people who serve the Fire Lord, and people who oppose him”.

“Choose, now! Join us in our resistance against the Fire Nation. Or we can settle this fight now.”

“There is no need for bloodshed today,” retorted Zuko.

“We have more than one reason to oppose the Fire Lord”- Answered Katara.

“Journey with us, the forces of the Resistance are gathering.”  Voiced a soldier, we journey to bring down the Fire Nation”. 

“To bring an end to the Fire Lords Tyranny!” Jeered the members of the resistance.

The trio looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Zuko with blood still in his eyes, spat a ball of fire in the air.

Katara smirked, hands trembling. Anxious at the thought of getting revenge on the Fire Lord.